alignment, manifestation, and timing. stay f2d, enjoy.

11:11 🦇

sum bout you

downing this bottle, i bottle my feelings, i’m thugging it out, i move on 
taking some Ls, but i understand man this is life, yeah i gotta move on 
i been tryna get her out my sight, yeah i gotta move on, 
i been thinking about a lot of things, i been putting the pressure, lots of it 
i been doing the shit that i did in the past, yeah i gotta move on and leave that shid 
yeah i gotta move on 
and do ts for me
i got this shid all wrapped up and i’m tryna impress ya, and caress ya, do it for me and regardless i got to put pressure and get better, hoping that i wake up one day and i got the racks up, we gon tap out

move on

i told her baby i’m one of kind (one kind) 
definitely not those other guys (none of dem)
all i got is bands on my mind (thee racks they blowing my mind ) 
and my aura, my aura is fly, till the day that i die (fresh to deff)

im here with kupa, we sippin da lean (we sippin the drank) 
we hit up monacco, we blowing them trees 
we got gabs and big steppuh, we steppin in drip (the ice, the water, what) 
who the fuck is these lames, don’t you step in my team 

we talk to the bands, we talk to plug, we don’t really fuck with you hoes, i fathered your style, you call me madiba, i really done fathered your ——

i really done fathered your hoes (for real) she hop in the coupe, no clothes (nope) my aura too clean, it glows (shine) i pull up in black, like ghost
too many racks in  seat, can’t fold (uh uh) my cup too muddy to hold (muddy) she textin’ my name in bold (crazy) but i ain’t the one she know (nah)
switched up my sim, i’m gone (skrrt) left that city alone  only come back for throne  and the fam, not a clone (never)

i move like a shadow in smoke  my aura too rare to provoke  she feelin' my vibe, she choke  but i never save no hoe (never that)
my cup got codeine dreams (mud) my fit from overseas (drip) ain’t signed but we livin’ like kings

aura talk

bad lil fynshid do what i say 
bad lil fynshid want a vacay 
she wanna fly out to the UK 
cruisingx, V12 on a highway 
mama told me boy stay in school, told her mama gotta rush to the racks, before you leave us gotta get you a benz, put you inside a muhfuckin coupe, get everything you that you ever wanted, sorry mama i wasn’t always honest, held me down even when it darkest, swear mama that you been the realest
you been my biggest investor 
you been my biggest defender 
wish me well through all my endeavours 
and for that i’ll always remember 
you the reason  i ball like i do, 
you the one that taught me ubuntu 
even when it was hard, you told me truth 
you never wanted me to get a tatto, 

but i did it anyway 
promise that one day ima get my way
promise that one day that i get you a wraith 
promise one day mama it’s gon be okay 
it’s gon be okay 
never want to worry about a thing

lil fynshid ft santanafrvr. (prod. yxrrboyy)

what? 
what you?
what you call?
what?
what you call an icon living 
i’m just a icon living 
what you call an icon living, i i i icon living 
what you call an icon living, i i i i 
pls don’t call me pls don’t text me i can’t talk to nobody, juh like franklin, they all dead , it’s bodies on bodies on bodies, i can’t lie my nigga, your shawdy bad and she got a body, drip so clean but cup so dirty, the racks, my pockets is chubby, 
mix that wok, im spinning 
niggas they wouldn’t admit it 
W’s all i’m getting 
and all the lean i’m sippin 
this year we standing on business 
we bout’a get to the riches 
we bout’a to turn to viscous(sss) 
we bout’a flip the system 
we gonna send them missiles 
Shawdy in Dior, i tell her that’s my blessing
i told her to bring her bestie 
she say she don’t wanna get nasty 
i tell her i get it pretty messy 
i don’t fuck you niggas you zesty
get the fuck out my face, don’t you test me

ikon freestyle(prod. bxngzy)

function, function, we bout’a head to the function, talk about bread you juh sit back sit back, talk about bread you juh leave that leave that

function, function, we bout’a head to the function, talk about bread you juh sit back sit back, talk about bread you juh leave that leave that
believe that

i’m in jozi, just got off the phone with jmpd, 
say that they gon fine me cause drive these meddies  dizzy(they dizzy), i mean i don’t know officer guess i’m pretty guilty, 25 or 26 we coming for the victory 

we bout’a go mad, we bout’a go dumb we bout’a go dumbo, (dumbo dumbo dumbo) i’m bout’a go big leave niggas keep thinking i went to a sangoma( vumani bo) 

stacking these bands in the bando, yeah i move like a shadow,
if it ain’t bout cheese or ammo, i’m ghost like i’m Thabo(bester)

function

the bands that we get they get checked by the bureau, shout out my momma she taught me bout zeros 

I move like a villain but look like a hero,
ice on my neck make me feel sub-zero,
I’m stackin’ these coins like I was in Mario,
she want the Don, not a regular barrio,
came from the dust, now I glow like a stereo,
talk on my name, get you spun like a merry-go,
I’m in the field like I’m huntin’ for prey,
count up the racks while I’m smokin’ away,
no time for talkin’, I’m chargin’ a fee,
they sendin’ deposits before they can see,
I told my cousin to lock in the beat,
I told my brodie, “we bound to succeed,”
I put the pain in the cone and repeat,
I turn my trauma to money, indeed.

I’m not a talker, I’m more of a mover,
I get the bag then I vanish like Krueger,
shorty too bad but I’m still not a chooser,
I want the racks, not the rumor or blooper,
I’m in the trap with my hoodie and puffer

bureaux

just a chill guy, here for fun but ts might be my job🙈

w3stsidedondada

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